Paulo Coelho


Brazilian Lyricist and Novelist

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You cannot give anything more important than the Love reflected in your own life. That is the one true universal language, which allows us to speak Chinese or the dialects of India. For if, one day, you go to those places, the silent eloquence of Love will mean that you will be understood by everyone.

You have to leave, in order to return to the present.

You never let the cards tell their own story; you were trying to make them confirm what you imagined you knew.

You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect you to be your sole and exclusive standard.

Why is patience so important? Because it makes us pay attention.

Words are life set down on paper.

You are capable of explaining everything you feel. Why don't you go to the Emperor and talk to him?

You can't avoid pain, but you can choose to overcome it.

You have to show the bad, so that they understand the value of good.

You only know yourself when you go beyond your limits.

You?re asking the wrong question. What you need to know is are you in a position to give him the love he needs. And whatever happens or doesn?t happen will be equally gratifying, knowing that you are capable of love is enough. If it isn?t him, it will be someone else? Don?t try to keep a safe distance so as to see what happens. Don?t wait to be certain before you take a step. What you give, you will receive, although it might sometimes come from the place you least expect.

Why love is more important than Charity? Because Charity is just one manifestation of Love

Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end.

You are not defeated when you lose. You are defeated when you quit.

You can't spend the whole day waiting for night to come.

You have to speak crashes. Convince your face smiling seriousness. Your eyes are filled with tears shy trembled on your lashes, like Todd to apologize for appearing forcibly.

You said that going on the Road to Santiago is important. For it, one must give up everything for some time: family, work, projects. And I don't know whether I'll find everything the same when.

You?re not here anymore. You?ve got to leave in order to return to the present.

Why should we listen to the heart? He asked when camped boy that day. 'Because he is where is where is your treasure. 'My heart is very agitated,' said the boy. Have dreams, get excited and in love with a woman of the desert. I ask for things and keeps me awake many nights, when I think of her. 'That's good. You mean he's alive. Continues to hear what you have to say.

Work is a blessing when it helps us to think about what we are doing; but it becomes a curse when its sole use is to stop us thinking about the meaning of life.

You are not trying to find the answer to a question, you are simply trying to confirm something you desperately want to believe.

You can't want to be happy, because that's too easy and too boring.

You have to take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. Every day, God gives us the sun--and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that moment, that it doesn't exist--that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that moment exists--a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles.

You say they create their own reality, said Veronika, but what is reality?

Your answer is the logical, coherent answer an absolutely normal person would give: It's a tie! A lunatic, however, would say that what I have around my neck is a ridiculous, useless bit of colored cloth tied in a very complicated way, which makes it harder to get air into your lungs and difficult to turn your neck. I have to be careful when I'm anywhere near a fan, or I could be strangled by this bit of cloth. If a lunatic were to ask me what this tie is for, I would have to say, absolutely nothing. It's not even purely decorative, since nowadays it's become a symbol of slavery, power, aloofness. The only really useful function a tie serves is the sense of relief when you get home and take it off; you feel as if you've freed yourself from something, though quite what you don't know.

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Brazilian Lyricist and Novelist